Haven't posted in while... been busy.. working, kids, working, sleeping, etc.
Well I did get the job at Boot Barn. It is only part time for the time being, but there is a chance, though be it a small one, that I might make it as the Assistant Store Manager. I don't know anything for sure yet, and it might be a few weeks before I know anything at all. I like it there.. the shifts are long shifts - 6 - 8 hours depending on the day. The hours are great. How many retail places do you know that close at 6pm on a Saturday??
So between work, and going to the gym, and the incredible amount of pain I have in my left heel, I've been staying fairly busy. By the time I get home I don't want to do much of anything, except for housework (which my darling husband has been a big help in that) and I know come June my free time will be that of doing homework.
But, alas, there has to be someone out there that is pissed off that I don't contact them as often as they think I should. This time, that some one is my father. I want to give a brief history of the past year, and let you decide the real reason why I don't like to contact him.
June 2012: My husband, myself, and 2 kids move in with him because we were let go from the army and had no where else to stay. Dad offered his full support and his house to us. (or so we thought) His wife, not so much. The first 24 hours we were there, she laid down the rules of the house, like we were fucking 16 year olds. Mike tries to file for unemployment, but the state of New Mexico said that we wouldn't see a red cent for up to 4 months because we are former military and that's just cause for an IRS Investigation against us. Mike told NM to kiss his ass. I agreed with him.
July 2012: I finally found work at a really bad place (Kaufman's West in Albuquerque, NM)((DON'T EVER WORK THERE.. They treat their employees like shit.)) Most of today's job searches is on the internet. You can't just walk into a place, demand a job, and walk out employed. Try telling that to my father.. My stepmother turns into even more of a psycho bitch about (get this) doing laundry. I wasn't allowed to do laundry on Fri-Sat-Sun. So when I did need to do laundry on those days, I took it to a laundry mat or my friends house. She got pissed that I did that.. Keep in mind that we are still living out of suitcases for our clothes and our kids' clothes. (Our 3 bedroom house is in boxes in a storage unit)
August 2012: Mike lands a full time job at Pinkerton Kaufmans West is getting sketchy because the "Operations Manager" is a complete bitch you gets off on making people feel inferior to her, and she obviously sucks off the owner cause she can do no wrong in his eyes. The owner is a complete douche bag too. Dad and Charlene disappear for a week to North Dakota for some mindless trip, and refuses to make sure we have food in the fridge. There was no food, so I had to go into delinquency on my Jeep payment in order to feed my kids.
September 2012: Charlene (step mother) decided to drink liquid courage (beer) and got herself drunk enough by 10pm to try to tell me and mike off. The topic: unemployment benefits. They were pissed that we didn't file for benefits so they couldn't get their hands on any money. Charlene then throws down the gauntlet and says we have until Oct. 31st to be out or she will throw us out. (Keep in mind that while we were there, we cleaned the house everyday, made dinner every night, kept the kids busy as much as we could, didn't ask for money, paid the bills we had with our OWN money, etc) So instead of my father standing up for his daughter and grand-kids he bows to her wishes, and then threatens my husband with his fist waving in his face saying, "You're going to get what you deserve!!"
September 15, 2012: We moved out. We went to Goodwill and were able to have them pay for our rent for 2 months and all of our utility connection fees, and rental deposit money. (About $2700). We had no food, and most of our shelf food was bad after sitting in a hot storage unit for 2 1/2 months. I quit Kaufmans and Still had a $500 vehicle payment to make, along with $100 insurance, plus school expenses for my daughter, and gasoline and food. We ended up going to a food bank for help.
October 2012: I get hired on at Lane Bryant. Things are going okay for us. Dad is still watching the kids for us when I work, and I use his truck when I need a 2nd vehicle. Charlene began bitching about that and suddenly the truck and the babysitting wasn't so available anymore.
November 2012: I began making contact with my mother who was estranged for several years. She agreed to start watching my kids while Mike and I worked. My brother took his own life on Nov. 5th, 2012, and I knew the reason why I got back into contact with my mom then.. to help her through it. She gave us my brother's truck for a second vehicle, so I wouldn't have to rely on dad's truck anymore..
So now, I get a call from my dad last week asking why I don't call him. He thinks it's because I am friends with my mom again, and it has nothing to do with that. It has everything to do with him not standing up for his kids/grandkids, and treating us like shit when we were at the bottom of our rope. It's because his bitch of a wife doesn't like us. She treated my youngest daughter like shit the whole time we were there, and tried to make my oldest feel like she was better than her little sister, while screaming at us to not play favorites (which we never played favorites - both my kids are brats.)
Maybe the reason why I don't contact him is because when I asked him if he was okay with mom giving us my brother's 1997 truck cause we NEEDED a second vehicle, he replied with "It depends" instead of "Yes, I have no problem with it. You needed a 2nd car." It has nothing to do with my relationship with my mother..
So I sit back and wait for karma. I get so pissed because of how he is now, and the bitch of wife he married.
Wow. that's was a long post. I guess I needed to get it off my chest. All I know is that he has taught me how not to be with my kids.. not to use them as pawns to get back at an exspouse, or to promise to help them only to turn out to be a bastard with his head so far up a bitch's ass. The phrase "Dance Puppet, Dance!" comes to mind on the way my step mother controls him.
Sad.
I definitely have bigger balls than that. In fact, my balls are so big, God put them on my chest to prevent chaffing.
I'm out - until next time.
